It was supposed to be just one night. One last sin before I went back on the straight and narrow. The worst kind of sin, taking an innocent girl and unleashing all of my darkest fantasies on her. No safety word. Completely confidential.
He wore a mask, but I still remember so many things. The color of his eyes. The scent of his cologne. And the two gun tattoos on his hips pointing straight at his dick.
He was the devil incarnate, devastatingly handsome and making me crave things that had always been forbidden to me. I wasn't supposed to like it. I was supposed to loathe his touch and hate that I sold myself to such a wicked man.
But I didn't....
This is a full-length stand-alone novel.
Heat level: Smokin' Hot!